Straight to Hell

Ghosts and bad choices

One, 21 Guns

Lay down your arms

Give up the fight ...

Familiar sound of my alarm clock filled my ears. Green day never failed to wake me up and I do admit that waking up isn't easy. I never knew what was the reason for that. I liked to think that it was because of hormones, when in reality it was probably  because I always stayed awake longer than I should. But who could blame me? It was impossible to say no to Doctor Who, AHS and Teen wolf. Heck, even Criminal minds were so convincing at night!

I sighed. Maybe that's way I didn't have any friends. I found my socks somewhere underneath my bed and put them on groggily.  I got dressed and headed down to the kitchen.

"Good morning, mom and dad!" I yelled. My voice echoed through the house. Of course they weren't home. I made myself some toast and checked my Tumblr. Half of it was Supernatural and the other half is full of some things I swore I would never speak about.  After I ate all of my breakfast I stood up and started walking towards school.

 Ours school was what you would call loud. Loud would be an  understatement. The second I walked in, loud conversation hit my ears. Cheerleaders, jocks, nerds, everybody had someone. Well except me. I walked through the halls of this boring maze completely unnoticed. I was like a ghost. Worse. At least ghost were interesting.

Familiar sound of high heels heading towards me distracted me from my toughts. I turned around and ran. Stephanie wasn't the main cheerleader, like all the bullies are in the movies, but she was equally mean. 

"Hey! Where are you going! Come back here!" She shouted. I smiled secretly. How rude! No good morning?

"Don't make me run after you, you useless scum!"  Please, like you could run after me in those sparkly things. They were like Edward from Twilight. Sparlky and useless. I rolled my eyes. The book was alright, but the movie...

Once I noticed the lack of blond fury and sparkles behind me I slowed down and headed towards my math class. Ah, math. While I hate it, ... No that's it. I just hate it.

"Good morning students! Today we are going to learn about..."  I stopped listening. Suddenly right beside a light flashed. It was a cheerldeader named Bethany texting someone. I leaned towards her and looked at the screen. 

"H3y bb, 1 Mi55 you. Wht's wr0ng?" Ugh. Obviously your grammar. I mean c'mon! You can do better than that. I sighed and looked outside. It was a windy day. Trees outside moved slightly in their dance. I smiled. They were beautiful. If only someone could be caring enough to look outside. They would all see this. A bird landed on a branch. It was beautiful. It's wing were so small, yet so strong. Blue and yellow combined in white and black pattern on it's stomach. The bird looked around and looked at me. I stayed in that position fo what seemed hours. It was just that bird and me.

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When the school ended I headed home.  The streets were gray. It was so lonely and cold. Once I arrived in my house I shouted a hello to the empty corridors. Again as always there was no welcome. 

I headed upstairs watched Supernatural until I got hungry and then went to the kitchen. 

While I ate my dinner I wondered about the coldness of this house. Perhaps it was so cold because of the lack of people. I mean my so called mother and father were never here. I wondered if they knew I existed at all. Even if they did, their job always mattered more. It always did and always will.

I was so lonely. I wish I would have someone beside me. A friend would be great, but just a person would be enough. Even a supernatural creature. I stood up to get a book to read from our libary in the attic. Books never let me down after all.

The attic was even colder than the rest of the house and full of dust. I started searching for a book I haven't read yet. I found a doll, pants and some things that used to belong to my father, including his old wig. Yeah. Don't ask. Finally I found a book  behind a radio. The book was heavy and coated in dark red colour. That made gold letters really stand out:  How to communicate with other creatures.

I rolled my eyes. Please. Creatures? Who exactly can you communicate with? Ned Flanders from the Simpsons? Well I can at least try this "communicating." If it does work, I'll at least have some company. I mean I've been alone for so long...I need someone.

 "My favourite number is five, so perhaps I should try the page 55?" I mumbled to myself. I turned to the chosen page. It was full of instructions of how to summon the devil. I rolled my eyes and got all things that were apparently necessary to summon the Devil.

"All right I have the candles, the red piece of clothing, all I need is a lock of hair of someone I hate." I looked up. That shouldn't be too hard. I got scissors and cut a strand of my hair.

 "I mean everyone hates themselves a bit, don't they?" I wondered out loud. After that I just followed the instructions to get everything in the correct order and sat down. 

"I, Heather Saumels, summon you, the Master of evil. Raise from your shadows and respond to my call!"

Silence. Nothing happened. "How disappointing" I thought to myself. There went my only chance of some company. Oh well. It's not like I thought something would actually happen. I turned around to leave the attic and continue with my Supernatural marathon.

"Well? What do you need, child?" a deep voice said impatiently.  I froze. This can't be possible. 

I turned around and looked at the handsome man standing right in front of me.